Spinning around so fast everything is a blur, face against the glass of the phone booth that was plucked off the ground like a bit on a drill. The sensation of gravity pulling on her stomach combines with the spinning was nauseating and disorienting. As the spinning started to slow, her mind was still spinning at full speed. Perhaps she was rapidly shaking her face side to side, but the clouds in front of her were so pretty, mustering all her self control she forced her focus on the clouds. The sun was setting which cast an orange pink hue on the cottony hills of clouds outstretched in front of her.